published June 25, 2017
Trevor’s dad is worried about him and decides to go snooping in his son’s room. In the process, he learns something surprising about his son, and something even more surprising about himself.
Paternal Instinct By Nicky Noxville
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I’d never gone snooping in Trevor’s room before. I believe in my son’s right to privacy, but he’s been acting so strange lately. He may be in college, but he was still my son and living under my roof. It’s my responsibility, as his father, to make sure that nothing shady was going on.
I went through his drawers, first, making sure there were no drugs hidden under his clothes. I checked under the bed, in his closet, and even slid my hands around under his mattress.
My eyes settled on his computer. I was reluctant to go that far, but I just knew that something was going on. I had no choice. I sat down at his desk and turned the computer on. I was already trying to guess what his password would be, but when his computer loaded he hadn’t even set a password. I shook my head, that was asking for trouble. I started going through the files, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I came across a strange audio file in his music folder and clicked play, but even with the volume up it was barely audible. I figured it would get louder as it played and left it going while I kept snooping. I spent a while going through his files and folders, but didn’t find anything. If anything, it was too clean. There should be some of his school work on here, if nothing else.
I opened his browser and tried to log into his email, but I didn’t want to lock the account with too many password attempts. I reached down to my crotch to readjust myself, and realized I was getting hard. I was home alone, so I decided to just go with it. I slid my hand into my pants and squeezed my cock a few times, feeling it stiffen with each beat of my heart. When I was fully erect, I slid my erection into a comfortable position and went back to the computer. Looking at the screen, I thought that some porn would be really nice right now.
It hit me. I bet Trevor watches porn. I’d walked in a few times when he was playing with himself, and why else would he have been doing it at his computer? “No way that little pervert doesn’t watch porn,” I muttered out loud. “I bet if I check the history… Aha!” I clicked a link and was shocked at the page that opened. It was a video titled “Father fucks his own son.” Not only was my son a faggot, but he was into incest! Part of me was angry, but another part remembered that he was my son, and I needed to try to understand this. I needed to try not to jump to any hasty decisions. My eyes were glued to the screen, where the father was drilling his own son’s ass. The way he was talking, the demeaning language he used, and the brutality of his fucking were all so shocking to me. I realized that, despite what I was seeing, and what that meant about my son, I was still horny. I kept my right hand on the mouse while my left hand moved to my lap, opened my fly, and pulled out my hard cock.
“What the fuck am I doing? I can’t play with myself in my son’s room!” I verbally admonished myself. But he was at school, and I needed to find out what he was watching. It was my responsibility as a father. Yeah, I needed to see what my son beats off to; I needed to know what makes my boy cum. I went back to his history and clicked on a different video. It appeared to be a homemade video of a father fucking his son’s brains out. No foreplay, no build up, they were just going at it like rutting animals. This dad was even rougher than the guy in the other video had been. The more surprising thing was how much his son was loving it. Getting fucked was making that boy feel so good. I was stroking my cock, staring at the video, and, without being consciously aware that I was doing it, I started to think about making my son feel good like that. I bet it would make his day, if I threw him down and stuffed his ass with his daddy’s dick. Yeah, he’d love to get his insides hosed down with the sperm that made him.
“What the fuck am I thinking?” I tried to snap out of it, but I was horny as a teenager, and I couldn’t stop stroking myself. With a rush of arousal, something else occurred to me. My son wanted me to fuck him, and it would make him feel really good, but I hadn’t even thought about what it would be like for me… My wife had let me try anal once, years ago, but had made me stop before we finished because she said she couldn’t take it. Her ass had been so tight. I bet Trevor’s ass would be even tighter. I bet it would feel better than any hole I’d ever fucked. And he wants it. Was I really considering this? I clicked on a new video; a different father, a different son. I plugged Trevor and myself into it, imagining that I was watching myself fuck my son. All I had to do to make my son happy was use him like the faggot he is.
“Yeah. That’s what I need to do. I need to fuck Trevor” I sat at my son’s computer, jerking my cock to incest videos all day. All I wanted, as a parent, was to make my son happy, and now I knew how to do that. All I could think about was how tight my son’s ass was going to be. Just as soon as he gets home. “Yeah, when he gets home I’ll put it up his butt.” Again and again I got close to cumming and stopped myself. “Need to save it for Trevor.” I heard the door open downstairs and shoved my cock back into my pants. I left a video playing on the screen, crossed my legs so my bulge wouldn’t be obvious, and rotated the chair to face the door. He rushed into his room and froze when he noticed me sitting there. Then his eyes went to the screen, and his face went red, melting into an expression of humiliation and horror. He started shaking and looked down at the floor.
“We need to talk. Have a seat.” I waved my hand at his bed, turning in the chair to keep facing him. He sat down on the bed, his posture making me think of a dog who knew he was about to get a beating. That made me feel bad. I uncrossed my legs, knowing that my erection was tenting my pants. A quick glance down showed me that I had even leaked through them a little, a wet spot visible at the tip of the bulge. “So, you’re a faggot,” I said in a deep, relaxed tone. His eyes darted up, took in my half-smile, and then went wide as they fell to my crotch. “And,” I continued, my hand moving slowly to my crotch, “you’re into incest.” I started running my fingertips gently along my shaft. Trevor kept staring, captivated, and I chuckled when I noticed he was tenting his jeans.
“Dad… I… I…. I can explain that!” He cried out in panic. “I… I…” he fumbled, trying to come up with an alternative for what we both knew was going on.
:”You, you,” I cut him off. “You want to get fucked by your own daddy? Yeah, I know, faggot.”
“Oh my god, Dad, I can’t believe…” I cut him off again, taking delight from how red he was turning at my words.
“That you’re finally going to get your insides pumped full of my jizz? I can see you’ve already got a hard on from thinking about it.” I stood up and took a few steps toward him, my hands going to my belt. I unfastened it, and then my pants, and slid them down. My cock bounced up, now only about a foot from Trevor’s face.
“Oh, wow.” He stared, his mouth hanging open. “He really did it, this is happening,” he gulped, and seemed to be fighting the urge to start blowing me. I grabbed him by the hair and roughly pulled his face toward my cock. I was ten inches away from committing an act of incest with my son.
Then his lips met my cock, and the little pervert started sucking. No fighting, no resisting, he just eagerly went to town on daddy’s dick.
“Get it nice and wet, boy. The better you lube it up, the easier it will be to slip it up your pussy.” I let go of his hair, and instead of pulling back, he groaned and pressed forward, pressing his face against my pelvis as he deep-throated me. “You’re going to get fucked good, son. Daddy knows what you need.” I could feel him moan around my cock as I spoke. I looked down at his face. His eyes were closed, his lips spread in an O, and yet I could see serenity in his expression, mixed with his lust. I felt a rush of pride. I was making my son so happy, and all I ever wanted was for him to be happy.
“Look at me, son.” He kept my cock in his mouth, but leaned his head back and opened his eyes to look up at me. I locked my eyes on his. I could see it, in his eyes. He knew I was going to fuck him, and he wanted it. I laughed and gave him a few light slaps to the side of his head. For a moment, his eyes closed, he shuddered, and moaned, the deep, animalistic tone rumbling through my cock and making it swell a little bit more. When his eyes opened again, they were glazed, vacant. I grabbed a fistful of hair on top of his head and pulled him off my cock with a wet, sucking sound. I immediately pulled upward, pulling him up to his feet. I grabbed his shirt and jerked it up over his head and off. I unfastened his pants and shoved them off. I laughed again when I saw his underwear. He was wearing a flimsy thong, his erection lewdly stretching the pouch. “You’re such a faggot, Trevor.”
“Dad, I…” He gasped as I tore the thong off, the strings that wrapped around him tearing easily. His erection bounced up. I felt sorry for all the ladies who weren’t going to get fucked by my boy’s meat, but faggots like getting fucked, not fucking.
“What do you want, boy?” I grabbed his cock, squeezing it roughly. He moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. My other hand moved around his body to land on his ass with a sharp slap before I slid my fingers into his crack, brushing my fingertips over his hole.
“Ohhhh, Dad.” He seemed to melt, falling forward against me. “Fuck me, Dad! Please! Please! Please fuck me!” I brought my fingers up to his mouth, touching them to his lips. They parted, easily, and I plunged them in to get them wet with my boy’s saliva. I pulled them out and moved my hand back to his ass. I used his own saliva to slick up his hole and teased it with my fingers. His hands grasped at me, his body shaking. A low, continuous moan accompanied his hot breath against my chest.
”Are you ready to know how your mom felt on the night you were conceived?” I slid three fingers all the way up his ass in one smooth movement.
“Yesssssssssssss,” he growled, bucking back onto my hand.
“I’m going to fuck you stupid, son. I’m going to pump your pussy full of so much cum that, if you could get pregnant, you’d be having inbred triplets.” I pulled my fingers from his ass and roughly shoved him onto his bed.
“Oh my god, oh my god…” I crawled up after him, forcing his legs up and apart with my knees. I hooked his feet over my shoulders and pressed the head of my cock against his hole. I could feel it trying to relax so that I would slide in. Faggot wanted it.
“Damn, Trev. Your pussy’s begging for it. Is this what you want, son?” I punctuated my question with a quick thrust, slipping the head of my dick into my son’s ass.
“Oh, fuck! This is what I want! Fuck me! Fuck me!” He was trying to get more of my cock into his ass, wiggling onto it.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, faggot.” I slid my entire cock into his ass in one smooth, slow movement, pressing my pelvis against his and rocking my hips back and forth. “Now, and whenever I want. Shit, I might start renting your ass out so you can pay for your keep.”
“Ohhhh, dadddd….” He trailed off into an incoherent moan as I pulled out and bucked forward again.
“That’s it boy, daddy knows what you need.” I was breathing heavy, staring down into my sons eyes as I surrendered to my primal instincts and pounded. “How’s your pussy feeling now, son?”
“Fuck, dad, my pussy! My pussy feels good!” I could see his cheeks flush as he spoke. I also noticed his dick get harder. He liked being treated like a faggot.
“You know, son,” I said, breathing heavy from the exertion, “I bet I could talk your uncle into joining in, too. I bet we could fit our cocks in your pussy at the same time.” I flushed red this time, as I spoke. I had no idea where that idea had come from, but now I couldn’t get the idea of my brother and I slipping our cocks into my sons ass at the same time out of my head. Trevor moaned. He liked the idea, too. I stopped talking, pressing forward, my face right in front of his as I drilled him. I was getting close. I was going to cum in my son’s ass. I pressed my face against his and started kissing him, pressing as deep into his guts as I could get. I gave his cock a few rough strokes as I started to cream his ass, and felt him cum in my fist as his ass quaked, sending pleasure through my body with each rapid-fire squeeze. We kept making out, moaning against each other, fucking and cumming like animals in heat.
When we were done, I pulled my dick from his ass and slid it around his cheeks to clean it off. “Go clean up, son. I think I’d like to see a few other guys have a go at that pussy tonight. Why wait when you can start making money now?” I pulled my clothes back on, leaving my son looking stunned on the bed. I noticed his dick was getting hard again, though, and chuckled as I left the room. I went to my computer and opened the browser. I went to the local Craigslist page to put in an ad. I couldn’t stop thinking about charging some men for a go at Trevor’s ass. It was perfect. Trevor was obviously going to love being a whore, and I’d get to make good money in the process.
Why had this idea never occurred to me before?